Every year since meeting my wife, we make our way to Swaziland in June. Yvonne’s sister and her husband live there on a farm in a beautiful valley. Swaziland is a very small country bordering South Africa. They are still a monarchy, and have a king with thirteen wives.

Trying my hand at a bit of street photography. Now, in my city Johannesburg - Jozi or Joburg as locals call it - we have areas where you would avoid going alone, especially with a camera. But there is a number of good things happing all over the city, thanks to some very cool and interesting projects.

It has been a while since I posted one of these. Today, on this bitterly cold day in South Africa, as I arrived at the gas station to fill up, I was greeted with a big smile and a lot of energy by Raphadu.

Near the end of 2011 I was out with my wife taking a morning drive and being on the look-out for some photos. Winter was just nearing its end. It was early, cold and damp and we were struggling with the brown and dull landscapes, together with the fields that always burn down in our dry Gauteng winters. We had stopped on the dirt road and found a dam with some cows and had hoped to find a shot or two. With little success, we started heading towards the car when this old man walked past us on the road.

I was out looking for some shots, and came across these two guys. Both of them are from Zimbabwe. I asked them where they were walking to, and the big fellow told me how they walk to this part of the bush to collect grass to make brooms. They then sell them at the nearby squatter camp called Diepsloot.